Winters tried to enter a spellcasting state, but intense phantom pain made it impossible for him to concentrate.
Such a situation didn't surprise him; he had mentally prepared for it through the times he pushed himself to the limit.
Being unable to use magic didn't mean he would just sit and wait for death.
While the attention of the firekeeper was divided, Winters discreetly took a small knife from the plate and hid it in the palm of his hand.
Considering the condition of his left leg, it was impossible to dodge the opponent's attack.
Winters was prepared to grab the firekeeper's arm and stab him in the neck with the knife, opening it up, as they pierced his abdomen.
His only worry was that lying in bed had made his muscles too stiff to mount a counter-attack. So he gently moved his wrists, slowly regaining strength.
Winters hadn't realized it himself: His mindset had undergone a tremendous shift.